“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” -Annie Dillard
I have been taking myself seriously as a writer since I was about seven years old, when Mrs. Smarz, my second grade teacher at Pe Ell Elementary School, thumbtacked a picture above the chalkboard and instructed her earnest little class to “Make up a story.”
I grew up on a farm in southwest Washington State, one of five children and about 300 cousins. Unlike everyone else, I didn’t get married right out of high school, so I spent several years waiting tables and working in the restaurant industry. Eventually, I decided to go to college, where I earned an MFA in poetry and a PhD in American Literature from the University of Washington, served as a poetry editor for Seattle Review, volunteered with both the Castalia and Watermark Reading Series at the UW, and — oh, yeah — married, adopted three daughters, found a tenure-track community college teaching job…and kept writing.
More recently…girls are growing up, my mother is ill, and I’ve retired from full-time teaching.
Click on the link to go to my earlier blog, One Bad Poem.
If I can write, anyone can write. If you don’t have scads of time, write for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes sound too much? Write for five. Just write. And let me know what happens.